Ezekiel (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
They hear Thee not, O God! nor see;Beneath Thy rod they mock at Thee;The princes of our ancient lineLie drunken ...
They hear Thee not, O God! nor see;Beneath Thy rod they mock at Thee;The princes of our ancient lineLie drunken ...
They left their home of summer easeBeneath the lowland's sheltering trees,To seek, by ways unknown to all,The promise of the ...
I. NOON.White clouds, whose shadows haunt the deep,Light mists, whose soft embraces keepThe sunshine on the hills asleep!O isles of ...
We saw the slow tides go and come,The curving surf-lines lightly drawn,The gray rocks touched with tender bloomBeneath the fresh-blown ...
ON RECEIVING A SPRIG OF HEATHER IN BLOSSOM.No more these simple flowers belongTo Scottish maid and lover;Sown in the common ...
They tell me, Lucy, thou art dead,That all of thee we loved and cherishedHas with thy summer roses perished;And left, ...
THE SUNLIGHT glitters keen and bright, Where, miles away, Lies stretching to my dazzled sight A luminous belt, a misty light,Beyond the dark ...
Stream of my fathers! sweetly stillThe sunset rays thy valley fill;Poured slantwise down the long defile,Wave, wood, and spire beneath ...
On these green banks, where falls too soonThe shade of Autumn's afternoon,The south wind blowing soft and sweet,The water gliding ...
THE winding way the serpent takesThe mystic water took,From where, to count its beaded lakes,The forest sped its brook.A narrow ...
THE land was pale with famineAnd racked with fever-pain;The frozen fiords were fishless,The earth withheld her grain.Men saw the boding ...
Years since (but names to me before),Two sisters sought at eve my door;Two song-birds wandering from their nest,A gray old ...
To kneel before some saintly shrine,To breathe the health of airs divine,Or bathe where sacred rivers flow,The cowled and turbaned ...
How sweetly on the wood-girt townThe mellow light of sunset shone!Each small, bright lake, whose waters stillMirror the forest and ...
ALL grim and soiled and brown with tan,I saw a Strong One, in his wrath,Smiting the godless shrines of manAlong ...
Our vales are sweet with fern and rose,Our hills are maple-crowned;But not from them our fathers choseThe village burying-ground.The dreariest ...
I need not ask thee, for my sake,To read a book which well may makeIts way by native force of ...
A beautiful and happy girl,With step as light as summer air,Eyes glad with smiles, and brow of pearl,Shadowed by many ...
IT chanced that while the pious troops of FranceFought in the crusade Pio Nono preached,What time the holy Bourbons stayed ...
The burly driver at my side,We slowly climbed the hill,Whose summit, in the hot noontide,Seemed rising, rising still.At last, our ...
In my dream, methought I trod,Yesternight, a mountain road;Narrow as Al Sirat's span,High as eagle's flight, it ran.Overhead, a roof ...
Ere down yon blue Carpathian hillsThe sun shall sink again,Farewell to life and all its ills,Farewell to cell and chain!These ...
BOWDOIN STREET, BOSTON, 1877.The end has come, as come it mustTo all things; in these sweet June daysThe teacher and ...
She sings by her wheel at that low cottage door,Which the long evening shadow is stretching before;With a music as ...
The circle is broken, one seat is forsaken,One bud from the tree of our friendship is shaken;One heart from among ...
Oh, praise an' tanks! De Lord he comeTo set de people free;An' massa tink it day ob doom,An' we ob ...
This, the last of Mr. Whittier's poems, was written but a few weeks before his death.Among the thousands who with ...
For ages on our river borders,These tassels in their tawny bloom,And willowy studs of downy silver,Have prophesied of Spring to ...
I have not felt, o'er seas of sand,The rocking of the desert bark;Nor laved at Hebron's fount my hand,By Hebron's ...
I did but dream. I never knewWhat charms our sternest season wore.Was never yet the sky so blue,Was never earth ...
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